[Round 1: Aftershock]
I said, you mans with my man!
Said "Flex was nothing to fuck with"
So I peeped some of your joints and ahh stopped trusting his judgement
But he said you a good dude actually, you caused a few casualties
You a one-trick pony so welcome to the glue factory
See, you intimidate me like the Peace Corps, Pete Thorn, or a sea shore shell
You gon' need steel swords or seek Thor's help
Cause I'm explosive, tell me how the C4 felt
When I get to snapping when I'm rapping like it's D4L
I couldn't be more ill, you gonna need more skill
You face the same 'Shock that got D-Lor killed
Fuck your little campaign and what you plead for still
You begged Organik for a plate? You got a three course meal
Let's get it!
You wanted 'Shocks? Bruv, I'm the best in it
Punches fall on deaf ears then I'll sever Flex digits
Your flow kinda nice, smoother than Glenlivet
Who gives a FUCK about a flow if he don't say shit with it!?
You got this Easter egg style, colorful lines kinda hidden
Every rounds the same just pattern a bit different
Zero fucking angles he just cares if it's fluid
So once you understand the process it's easy a kid could do it
Watch
First bar he'll give a compliment, maybe offer a pound
I'll give him daps, he'll say I'm stupid then he'll call me a clown
Third bar he's getting going, looks like he's chalking me out
Or that he's rocking the crowd cause you get lost in the sound
See you ain't picking up all the bullshit and the garbage he spouts
Cause he rushes his material with all of his rounds
Pointing at me up and down, waving his arms all around
You get to his eighth bar...and forget what the fuck he's talking about!
Do you know what themes are?
I'm talking pagans and prophets, Satan demonic, angels, Mohammad, praying to crosses
You? Jump Around more than House Of Pain doing concerts
It's like your pen game allergic to staying on topics!
Oh, but he different, original, creative and unique
Stealing Pass's flow and poorly imitating QP
Get the fuck outta here
This copycat gonna bleed me dry?
You gonna break down my writing style, sweetheart? I'd love to see you try
I can't wait to hear all your worst rhymes, your Mexican nerd lines
And the leftover fat jokes you didn't say to Reverse Live
You mad Flex cause I'm styling on you?
Wait for that second round when I get VIOLENT on you
Trash motherfucker
I said, you mans with my man!
Said "Flex was nothing to fuck with"
So I peeped some of your joints and ahh stopped trusting his judgement
But he said you a good dude actually, you caused a few casualties
You a one-trick pony so welcome to the glue factory
See, you intimidate me like the Peace Corps, Pete Thorn, or a sea shore shell
You gon' need steel swords or seek Thor's help
Cause I'm explosive, tell me how the C4 felt
When I get to snapping when I'm rapping like it's D4L
I couldn't be more ill, you gonna need more skill
You face the same 'Shock that got D-Lor killed
Fuck your little campaign and what you plead for still
You begged Organik for a plate? You got a three course meal
Let's get it!
You wanted 'Shocks? Bruv, I'm the best in it
Punches fall on deaf ears then I'll sever Flex digits
Your flow kinda nice, smoother than Glenlivet
Who gives a FUCK about a flow if he don't say shit with it!?
You got this Easter egg style, colorful lines kinda hidden
Every rounds the same just pattern a bit different
Zero fucking angles he just cares if it's fluid
So once you understand the process it's easy a kid could do it
Watch
First bar he'll give a compliment, maybe offer a pound
I'll give him daps, he'll say I'm stupid then he'll call me a clown
Third bar he's getting going, looks like he's chalking me out
Or that he's rocking the crowd cause you get lost in the sound
See you ain't picking up all the bullshit and the garbage he spouts
Cause he rushes his material with all of his rounds
Pointing at me up and down, waving his arms all around
You get to his eighth bar...and forget what the fuck he's talking about!
Do you know what themes are?
I'm talking pagans and prophets, Satan demonic, angels, Mohammad, praying to crosses
You? Jump Around more than House Of Pain doing concerts
It's like your pen game allergic to staying on topics!
Oh, but he different, original, creative and unique
Stealing Pass's flow and poorly imitating QP
Get the fuck outta here
This copycat gonna bleed me dry?
You gonna break down my writing style, sweetheart? I'd love to see you try
I can't wait to hear all your worst rhymes, your Mexican nerd lines
And the leftover fat jokes you didn't say to Reverse Live
You mad Flex cause I'm styling on you?
Wait for that second round when I get VIOLENT on you
Trash motherfucker
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